Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 60: what you’re looking at

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54 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. some minutes passed before it groaned on its hinges, and I saw, by the light of a horn lan- tern which she carried, a little old woman with silver hair smoothed away under her coif, and a pleasant startled face. “*Losh!” she cried, “‘ ye’re but a callant. Come ben the hoose, come ben the hoose. Ne’er heed the yaud, I’ll send but Jamie to mind him. Safe us, but ye’re joost drooket wi’ watter. Come ben the ingle, mon.” So chattering away, in a tongue the larger part of which I could in nowise understand, she led me across a courtyard, and through a doorway into a great stone-paved kitchen, in which a cheerful fire blazed and leaped upon the ample hearthstone. “Sit ye doun, sit ye doun,” she said, draw- ing a wooden stool up to the chimney-corner. «Ye’ll be wantin’ a bit sooper likely. Bide there a wee whiles, gin I send Jamie to mind the naig.” I sat down in the welcome warmth, which soon drew the moisture from my soaked gar- ments in clouds of steam, while she vanished in search of the absent Jamie. The first thing that impressed me, when the noise of comichbooks.com